Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2012 22:53:56 -0500
From: J L <spartaguy23@gmail.com>
Subject: Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 1

Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 1
By JLarsen   spartaguy23@gmail.com

DISCLAIMER:

This story is a complete work of fiction.  To my knowledge, no school like
Sparta College exists.  As the story continues, it may contain descriptions
of explicit sexual acts of a involving an adult and underage boys and
girls.  If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18
do not read it.

Author's Note:

This story is the property of the author JLarsen. It can be downloaded for
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If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the
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story, please let me know.  Your comments are highly encouraged and
appreciated.


Chapter 1

"Luke, what do you think it will be like?" Erik asked.  "Do you think it
will be as bad as our Dads keep saying it is?"  He was referring to Sparta
College.  It was the summer of 2001 and we would both be starting our
college years at Sparta in two weeks and this had become the primary topic
of conversation between my best friend and me for the last several weeks.

"Well, they keep saying that the first couple of weeks will be the worst of
our lives, it will shock us, surprise us, and that at times we will want so
badly to quit and come home?."

"But that quitting isn't an option, it will make us real men, and that
everything that follows is worth it" finished Erik.  Both of our fathers
were graduates of Sparta and this refrain had been repeated each time we
brought up the subject of school and what it would be like.

We knew there would be a lot of physical requirements, so to be better
prepared, Erik and I had developed a workout routine for the summer.
Working mornings at our fathers? business and then running one afternoon
and working on the weights the next day was our schedule.  We had both been
on the wrestling team for the four years of high school, so we had a good
base of muscles to work with.  This last winter, I wrestled at 180 pounds
and was solid muscle.  With medium length blonde curly hair and blue eyes,
I got my share of looks from the girls at school and even a few from some
of the guys.  Erik was an inch shorter and had competed one weight class
below me.  His wavy dark black hair and vibrant blue eyes got him plenty of
interest as well.

We were leisurely lying on a couple of floats in the swimming pool in my
backyard.  As I knew we were the only ones there and the rest of the family
wouldn?t be home for a couple of hours, neither of us was wearing a
swimsuit.  I was on my back while Erik lay on his stomach.  He was holding
onto my float as we talked, his head at about my waist.

Erik and I had been best friends from the time we were very young.  Not
only were our dads alums of the same school, they had been business
partners for years.  Erik and I worked at the company each morning and had
been doing this since the summer of our sophomore years in high school.  A
number of the people who worked at the company, as well as suppliers and
customers were also alums of Sparta College.  It was this network of alumni
that was part of the reason my best friend and I had never questioned where
we would go to school.  Our fathers spoke of their years at Sparta with
nothing but glowing terms.  Sean, Erik's dad, was two years older than my
dad and had been his mentor while at school.  If our dads hadn't attended
the school, we likely never would have even heard of Sparta and certainly
wouldn't have attended.  There was a bit of mystery about the school.  It
was a very small, all male school and you had to have had a male relative
who had attended before you could be considered for admission.  It was
obviously a small, but very tight knit group of alumni.

It was more or less a foregone conclusion that both Erik and I would
attend.  From the time we could remember, our fathers would talk about the
unique culture, the bonds that were formed, and educational standards of
the school.  They way they talked it up, we never really considered going
anywhere else.  They also talked about the first year, especially the first
couple of months as being very difficult.  It was during this initial time,
they said, you were introduced to the unique culture of Sparta.  They
wouldn?t give us details, but said it was during those first months that
you truly became a Spartan and adopted the warrior attitude that would help
ensure your success in business, formed friendships that would endure any
trials to come, and ultimately make your time at Sparta some of the most
enjoyable and pleasurable of your life.  Parts of these stories made sense,
but it was hard for Erik and I to reconcile what sounded like opposites ?
they vaguely referred to difficult studies, pain, and physical work, but
they never failed to mention the pleasure and enjoyable aspects as well.
It all served to further enhance both the excitement and anticipation Erik
and I were experiencing.

?Well, at least we will be there together,? said Erik.  ?Who knows, maybe
we will even be able to sneak in giving each other a quick blow job now and
then.?  As he said this, he started to casually play with my cock.

I spread my legs apart, giving him easier access to my balls as well.  It
was a warm day and with the sun shining, they were hanging low.

?Yea, I think we would need to be pretty careful about that, but please
feel free to partake at this particular moment,? I replied, moaning softly.
Erik was stroking my hardening cock with one hand and playing with my balls
with the other.

He jumped off the float into the water that rose just below his chest and
took my dick all the way into his mouth and sucked in a smooth up and down
motion.  My hand went under the water and found his hardening cock and I
began to stroke it.  Eric ran his tongue around the head of my dick several
times, then swallowed it whole again.  We continued for a couple of
minutes, both enjoying the slow pace.

?Unless it?s okay to cum in your pool, we should get on the deck and finish
this off,? commented Erik as he took his mouth off my hard on.  ?Come on,
big boy.?

He grabbed my dick as I slid off the float and he led me out of the water.
I had grabbed the float and put it on the deck.  I had no sooner lay down
on it, than Erik picked up where he had left off, taking my stiff cock into
his mouth, slowly pumping up and down.  While his hard dick was right above
my face, I knew there was something else that drove Erik mad.  I slid up
just a bit so that as he straddled me, his ass was right in front of my
mouth.  I pulled his firm cheeks apart, baring his tight ass cherry.  As I
reached my mouth up and began tonguing his ass, Erik let out a loud moan
and began sucking me faster.

As I reached around and stroked his cock, I stuck my tongue in and out of
his ass at the same tempo he was deep throating my dick.  It wasn?t long
before I could feel the cum rising in my dick.  We knew each other?s bodies
so well, I could tell that Erik was about to blow as well.  I licked his
balls briefly and then put his cock in my mouth and he began to face fuck
me with quick strokes.  Just as I could feel the first spurts erupt from my
cock, I felt Erik?s cock depositing his load deep in my throat.

?School will be very disappointing if we don?t get the chance to do this
now and then,? I said as we both lay on the deck and recovered.

The private high school Erik and I had both attended was large enough to
have the standard variety of athletic teams and both Erik and I had been
above average in each of the sports we participated in.  We had both been
wide receivers on a football team that finished in the middle of the
conference and we ran the distance events in track well enough to qualify
for the state meet.  But those were secondary sports to us.  We were
wrestlers.

From the time we were small, it seemed our dads encouraged the wrestling
and horseplay that boys often engage in.  I was always a bit bigger than
Erik, which actually made him the more skilled strategist.  What I could do
with my size, he countered with a better mastery of the different moves.

I had always had a great relationship with my dad.  He was strict, but
fair.  I felt like I could talk to my dad about anything and get an honest
answer.  Erik and I were a bit of anomaly in our circle of high school
friends.  Our parents were still married and seemed to have good
relationships.  There were minor arguments and disagreements, but they
never escalated into the blow outs that other friends reported.  While not
in quite as good of shape as our dads, Erik?s and my mothers had been
selected by the other boys we hung around with as the only MILF?s in our
circle.  We weren?t sure whether we should be proud or insulted.  Linda,
Erik?s mom was dark haired, with a shoulder length style.  I had to agree
with the guys.  She was still very beautiful.  While, I assumed the boys
were correct in their assessment of my blonde mother, Joanne, I refused to
even entertain the thought of her being sexual.

Both Erik and I were the oldest children.  Almost as if it were planned, we
each had a brother who was a year younger than we were.  Erik?s younger
brother is Jared and mine is Tim.  We all generally got along fine.  We
were close enough in age that the younger brothers could still keep up with
us in any activities on the vacations we took and since there were two of
them, when Erik and I wanted to be left alone, they were generally happy
enough to go off by themselves as well.  The fact that we were all guys,
led to numerous trips that were "boy's time" as our mothers referred to
them.  There were family vacations where my mother travelled with us, but
at least once, usually twice a year, it would be the guys heading for the
ski slopes or into the woods to camp.

These trips were an odd combination of structure and easygoing casualness
and were also some of the best memories I had growing up.  Travelling with
our fathers ensured that there was a certain protocol in what we did and
how we did it.  The only variation was whether we skiing or camping.  Our
destination of choice for the ski trips was always the same.  We would fly
to Denver, rent a van and drive to Vail.  Once there, the order of things
was set: unload the car, unpack the luggage and any supplies for meals, and
assignment of rooms.  Our dads always shared a room and got first pick.
Erik and I usually had a room to ourselves and had second pick, leaving
Jared and Tim to whatever room was left over.  Sometimes, the four of us
kids were together.  The camp we always went to was actually on the
extensive property owned by Sparta College.  If we were camping, the tents
were assigned the same way; dads in one, Erik and I in another, and the
?little boys? in a third.

There was another unique aspect to our trips that didn't seem the same as
with the stories shared with friends who took vacations with just their
dad's and brothers - we seldom wore clothes.  On the ski trips, as soon as
the rooms were assigned and things were unpacked and put away ? we learned
from an early age that you unpacked and put everything neatly in its place,
the same as we did at home ? we all took showers.  Depending on the number
of bathrooms, this would sometimes happen at the same time, but my dad and
Sean, Erik?s dad, would go first if there was only one shower.  When they
came out of the shower, they wouldn't bother putting on clothes until we
were going to leave to go somewhere.  It wasn?t ever an instruction that we
should be naked, it was just the way we did it.

The camping trips were a slight variation.  Each campsite had a fire pit
and established brick grills.  From the time we were quite young, we put up
our own tents, and unpacked our gear.  Just as on the ski trips, everything
should be in its place and the site kept clean at all times.  Once we got
the camp set up, we walked to the shower building.  Usually, we were the
only ones at the building.  The showers were set up in a room with shower
heads on three walls, so we would all shower together.  After we dried off,
we would put on shoes, but nothing else and walk back to our camp.  We
would stay naked the duration of the trip.  Now and then, we would run into
another group of campers, but soon learned that it would also be a group of
male members of the families of Sparta alums.  If they had been there for
more than a few hours, they would be naked as well.

Whenever guys are naked for long periods of time, hard ons will happen.  We
never felt a need to cover our dicks, hard or soft.  Being young boys, ours
would spring to life fairly often, often helped by our absentmindedly
massaging ourselves.  I don?t recall seeing either of the dads with a full
blown erection, but now and then Erik and I would notice that they
definitely weren?t completely soft.  Being naked with the guys was very
comfortable for us.  Especially, when we were in the woods, it always felt
as natural as could be.

Because we had done it this way since we were young, it never seemed at all
odd.  We enjoyed the freedom from clothes and the casual atmosphere of just
?hanging with the guys?.  Our dad's started to plant the seeds of our
future college careers, as they would often refer to the practice of being
naked as "going Spartan".  As the years went on and Erik and I started to
develop young men?s bodies as opposed to those of young boys, we took more
notice of our fathers and would often talk about their bodies.  Both men
worked to stay in shape and it showed.  They were still in their early 40?s
and had great muscle tone.  They were in much better shape than the fathers
of our friends.  Both were around 6', my dad a sandy blonde and Erik's with
darker curly hair.  While we didn?t really have a lot to compare them to,
they both seemed to have good sized dicks, we often whispered about how we
hoped ours would grow as big as theirs.

It was on one of these trips that we had our first openly sexual
discussion.  Up until then, if one of us boys sprouted a boner, it was
either ignored or a slight joke made at the expense of the boy sporting the
little hard on.  We had been on the slopes during the day and had come back
to the condo.  There was a whirlpool tub that was in an open part of a
great room and Erik, our brothers, and I had all been relaxing in it.  Erik
had discovered the joys of the jet on the front side of his body and was
smiling broadly as he faced the jet and let the turbulent water massage his
12 year old cock.  He quickly told the rest of us to do the same thing.
After a few minutes of enjoyment, my dad called us for dinner.  We jumped
out of the hot tub with our boy boners sticking up for all they were worth.
Erik and I were just starting to sprout hair above our cocks and they had
started to grow.  We thought our hard dicks were much more impressive than
those of our little brothers.

"Are you guys going to take care of those before you come to dinner?" asked
my dad with a slight smile.  The blank looks on four boys? faces must have
told him we had no clue what he was talking about.  "You mean none of you
are jacking off yet?  I thought maybe you older boys could actually shoot
something rather than just have a dry orgasm. "

 The lack of an answer was all the dads needed to know that their boys had
done very little experimenting with their own or each other's bodies.  I
guess they assumed that because we had been so openly nude that it
logically followed that we would have been playing with ourselves and
perhaps each other.

"Well, Clint, it sounds like after dinner we need to educate our sons about
some of the more pleasurable aspects of life and what their dicks can do
other than take a piss.  We always talked about sitting them down, but
didn?t want to force it, but it appears that the subject has ?come up? on
its own," Sean chuckled.

Maybe it just seemed like the four of us boys ate dinner more rapidly than
we ever had before, but dinner seemed to sail by, with our dad?s starting
to say something and quickly cutting it off saying ?oh, that should wait
for after dinner?.  We didn?t have to be told to clean the dishes, cleaning
started immediately after the last morsel of food was consumed.  We quickly
got the kitchen clean and went into the living room where our dads were
waiting.

What followed was a very casual discussion of different aspects of sex and
pleasure.  There were some specifics and some generalities of how to do
things and how to enjoy what could be done to us.  We covered a number of
topics in an open and easy going conversation.  They told us what
masturbation was and that it was completely natural and something we could
start now or wait, but would soon be doing it regularly.  The older men
spoke casually and didn't just cover the standard birds and bees talk, they
described oral and anal sex, as well as sensitive parts of the body.  They
told us it was completely natural to experiment with people and we should
feel free to do that.  I remember it being confusing, but they explained
that sex could mean a lot of different things.  Sometimes there was a lot
of emotion involved in doing these things with a partner with whom we loved
or cared a great deal about.  They said when we were older, we should think
long and hard before we entered into sexual relationships with people we
cared a lot about and wanted to have an emotional relationship with.  On
the other hand, sex for pleasure didn?t have those emotional aspects and
was just for fun.  Our dad?s explained that it was critical that the people
involved in sex purely for pleasure should all agree on that aspect.  If
one person looked at it as emotional and the other was just enjoying the
pleasurable aspects, things would go badly.  Above all, they wanted us to
know that we should never be ashamed of being sexual.  It was the most
natural thing that people could do.  For four young boys, it was a bit
overwhelming.  It seemed like our dads were telling us to have sex with who
we wanted, when we wanted, as long as everyone was agreeable.

Other than the obvious parts requiring opposite sexes, they never really
indicated that these things always involved males and females, just always
vaguely referring to "people" and partners throughout the conversation,
using phrases if your partner does blah blah with their tongue it will be a
great feeling or describing how to use our tongue and finger to get an
asshole to relax and allow a hard dick to enter it.